The dozen or so savages, male and female, young and old, were digging with flat stones, with animal bones, and two savage cubs imitating the appearance of adult savages with small wooden sticks...... They behave like the primates of Zhang Ning's world.

A maverick male savage in the colony is particularly dazzling - the other savages are collectively using primary tools, except for this bruised, skinny savage with a blue nose and a swollen face, far away from the colony, muttering "as long as the boutique doesn't want garbage, as long as the boutique doesn't want garbage......

These two words of the vague words of the cultivation realm made Zhang Ning's heart sink - could it be that the cultivation realm fell again?

Wrong...... The ones that fell from the cultivation realm were all flesh crossings, which was obviously a savage...... Maybe this sentence was taught by a certain human race who had fallen from the cultivation realm? What is the meaning of it? Is it a code?

Zhang Ning put on an invisibility talisman and gently fell behind this outlier savage, and said in a low voice: "I am an immortal. ”

"Roar?" the wild man looked up abruptly, squinting and baring his teeth to look around, but couldn't find the source of the sound. It blinked dumbfounded, then lowered its head and continued to dig the soil: "As long as the boutique does not want garbage, as long as the boutique does not want garbage, as long as the boutique does not want garbage......"

Zhang Ning frowned...... Is it not hearing clearly or is it playing dumb?

Suddenly, the "boutique" wild man lunged forward and grabbed a sturdy mushroom that jumped out of the pit!

The wild man grabbed the head of the mushroom with both hands and stuffed it into his mouth......

The mushroom shouted angrily, "Huh!" The mushroom stalk suddenly split a strong arm and struck the wild man in the right eye with a hook punch.

The wild man screamed in pain and dropped the mushroom to cover his eyes.

Kong Wu's powerful brother Gui Mushroom Essence fell to the ground with a "bang", and "brushed" three or two times to dig a soil pit and drill into it......

The "boutique" savage covered his eyes for a while, then reluctantly opened his right eye and tried it...... He was not blind, so he regained his spirit and squinted his wounded eyes and continued to dig.

The other wild people around him were not as particular as him, and the green and shriveled mushrooms that were dug up filled into his mouth and chewed on them, only this "only good" wild man did not eat one in his mouth for half a day.

After a while, the "boutique" savage also dug up a green and crumpled mushroom, its hairy face was full of disgust, and he threw the green mushroom aside with a wave of his hand.

The three little savages who had been keeping an eye on it hurriedly pounced, fighting for the green mushroom......

The shriveled green mushroom took the opportunity to split its two hands and dug a hole on the spot to bury itself.

The "boutique" savage dug and dug and dug and du

The mushroom was so white and shiny that it was beautiful, but it was dull, and it didn't have the spirit of the mushroom essence just now.

The "boutique" savage's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the pure white mushroom and stuffed it into his mouth-

"Uh-huh~he~tui!~" A mouthful of pure white mushroom squirted slime on the savage's face!

The three little savages, who had long since ceased fighting, rolled with laughter.

Suddenly, "Bang ~ Bang!" "The boutique savage rose into the air and fell heavily-

A quick-eyed, strong-bodied, wildling, rushed up, snatched the pure white mushroom, slapped the boutique savage, and flew away.

The robber savage held a pure white mushroom that twisted around in vain but could no longer spit out anything, and presented it to the leader of the wildling, the highest ranking and tallest in the group.

The "boutique" savage got up with arsenic and staggered to find the sand to wipe his face.

The leader of the savages here was about to throw the white mushroom into his mouth...... "poof" the whole ground collapsed, except for the "boutique" savages who rubbed their eyes in the distance, all the members of the savage tribe fell into the dirt pit.

The only remaining "boutique" savage turned his head in a daze, blinked his eyes twice, and shouted stupidly, "As long as the boutique doesn't have garbage", he rushed over in three or two steps and jumped into the pit.

Zhang Ning sighed, shot out the plastic wrap and pulled back the boutique savage hanging above the dirt pit - if he really pretended to be crazy and stupid, he could be regarded as extremely dedicated.

The wildlings in the pit were all covered in mushroom spores - the green mushrooms were baits, but now the hunter and the prey are completely reversed.

Zhang Ning showed his figure, stared at the boutique savages wrapped in wool dumplings seriously, and asked word by word in the lingua franca of the cultivation realm: "Who taught you this sentence?"

The boutique savage looked sluggish, and kept repeating: "As long as the boutique doesn't want garbage, as long as the boutique doesn't want garbage......"

There was no way, Zhang Ning sighed again and immediately cast the soul search method on it.

...... After a while, Zhang Ning took the boutique savage to a safe area away from the mushroom pit and released it, and then stepped on a windmill and flew away.

- This guy is the same as Zheng Yi and BRZ076, he is a soul-piercing traverser!

The soul of the Soul Piercing Traveler was an important source of clues, but in the savage's memories there were only a mess of bizarre fragments, none of which were complete! His mind was like a pot of paste mixed with shredded paper, bubbling and bubbling...... In addition, the era in which this traveler lived is also unexaminable, and Zhang Ning speculates that it should be the year after the rise of online literature, because the style and vocabulary habits of those fragments in his mind are very similar to the online literature that Zhang Ning read before he crossed over.

Nothing else...... Maybe reading online literature is his only pursuit in life, and for some reason only these most profound fragments were left after his soul pierced.

It's really touching...... The compilers of online literature in Zhang Ning's world must love such readers to death - if he is not a troll - in those fragments, there are comments that this traverser himself is quite proud to remember: "It's boring", "Forcibly feed 💩", "Primary school students' writing", "Suggest the author to give up the road of online writing"......

Maybe this unlucky traverser died young because he was too venomous......

I don't know if it's the reason why the soul was damaged during the crossing, he only remembered these useless things, Zhang Ning was too lazy to spend energy on them, and left to fend for himself!